C153 Nymph

Shizheng of Tibetan Scriptures Repeatedly Forty Eight

The inn was silent, the customers did not dare to make a sound, as they did not want to attract the attention of the Officer Wu.

The rice porridge particles stuck onto the Old Man's dirty and messy beard, completely oblivious to it, the Old Taoist just continued to swallow the porridge.

The Officer Wu stared straight at the old man